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 Hic dissendet Dominus cum omni celeste curia, et dicet,

Dominus. The voys of my moder me nyhith ful ny;  I am dyssend on to here of whom I dede sede. Hic cantabunt org.

Maria. A! welcom, gracyous Lord Jhesu, sone and God of mercy! An aungyl wold a ssuffysed me, hye kyng, at this nede. Dominus. In propire persone, moder, I wyl ben here redy, Wyth the hefnely quer yowre dirige to rede. Veni tu, electa mea, et ponam in te thronum meum, Quia concupivit rex speciem tuam. Maria. Paratum cor meum, Deus, paratum cor meum, Cantabo, et psalmum dicam Domino. Apostoli. Hæc est quæ nescivit thorum in delictis, Habebit requiem in respectu animarum sanctarum. Maria. Beatam me dicent omnes generationes; Quia fecit michi magna qui potens est, et sanctum nomen ejus. Dominus. Veni de Libano, sponsa mea, veni, coronaberis: Ecce, venio, quia in capite libri scriptum est de me. Ut facerem voluntatem tuam, Deus meus, Quia exultavit spes meus in Deo salutari mee. Hic exiet anima Mariæ de corpore in sinu Dei.

Dominus. Now come, my swete soule, in clennesse most pure, And reste in my bosom brithtest of ble. Alle ye myn apostelis of this body takyth cure: In the vallé of Josephat there fynde schul ye, A grave new mad for Maryes sepulture, There beryeth the body withe alle youre solempnité, And bydyth me there stylle thre dayes severe, And I schal pere ageyn to yow to comfort your advercyté: Wyth this swete soule now from you I assende. Petrus. In oure tribulacyons, Lord, thou us defende! We have no comfort on erthe but of the alon.